Self Made

 [b]My voice is what makes me strong
It makes me who I am
A species of my own
That speaks in twisted rhymes and secret syllables
That only I can understand...

I have the wisdom of the elder dead
Intelligence of the ancient gods
I've created the people in my head
To remind me of my flaws...

My mind is my weapon that I use
I educate it on a daily biases
It's like a flower that's ready to boom
But causes great devastation...

I'm the element of disguise
A cunning trickster
The scarecrow in the sky
A devil made of crystal...

I am my own creation
The inventor of my existence
Empowered by determination
I will complete my mission...

I will fight, to strive
In the end I'll be on the top
In the end I'll shine.